Follow
Follow The Mighty Humanzee Follow Brother, will you follow me? I was first on this earth A few years before your birth In those early remote days I hoped you’d grow quicker and follow me in so many ways You were tiny, sometimes my toy, My brother a new baby boy You couldn’t follow me then, And sometimes I thought I saw you wish “Can I go, when?” Brother, will you follow me? I was first, drama and energy were my fame You never complained, you followed all the same I am here to blaze the trail in each and every case You require so little from me, even when I treat you with very little grace You are my foundation, and as I grow I’ve begun to see That…








